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-miguel:

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I only know one guy like that…he’s like…a stalker…why would you want to find him? I’ve been trying to get away from him.

Oh well I .. uh.. well -He’d quickly tuck a strand behind his ear and looked up to her, adjusting the strap to his bag and clearing his throat- He’s my uh room mate, I was going to meet him here on my break and I can’t seem to find him.. I thought I saw him earlier with you , but  -His emerald eyes scanned her then looked the opposite direction and sighed-

Right, most apologizes miss. Sorry for wasting your time -With a polite bow, he’d smile and began to turn slowly around-

-she sighs; this guy was so nice. Why would he be looking for Creeper McCreeperton?- Wait wait wait, no look..-she points to the left- He went that way, about 20 minute sago…-coughs- I kinda…sprayed him in the face…with mace…

-He quickly turned around, his eyes growing wide- What?! W-Why would you do something so awf-.. -Well, thinking about it, Tulio could be a bit of a creeper, but he only saw him as a nice charming Spaniard. Miguel bit his cheek and sighed, putting his palm up to his forehead- He’s not going to be happy later. I hope you didn’t blind those delicate blue eyes of his, hopefully his glasses were protecting most of where the spray was directed to..

-what was he mumbling about? With another side, Miguel took a plunge on the nearest seat and rested in his head on the table- I would go after him, but he… has.. anger issues when something like that happens.  Hmm..

What did he do to you? for you to er..spray that stuff in his face? -he’d lift his head then, not a friendly look rested on his face but he was trying hard  to be polite as a Brit would-